Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

The Elder known as Nu Jian suddenly paused his movements, allowing Hong Lei to finally relax slightly.

He retreated a few steps, adjusting his breath, his palm holding the blade numb from the vibrations of the sword energy.

Swish Swish—

In the span of a breath, more than ten chains instantly wrapped around the limbs and waist of the silver-haired elder, and the Golden Eagle Commandants seized this hard-won opportunity, finally restraining him in place.

The elder still appeared completely unconcerned.

He merely lowered his head and gazed deeply into the long sword in his hand. Facing the companion that had been with him for three hundred years, a trace of loathing suddenly emerged in his murky eyes.

The words "Qingfeng" engraved on the sword's blade seemed to pierce into his heart like a nightmare.

"I regret... retrieving you from the Sword Pool."

His voice was faint and hoarse, as if his throat hadn't touched water for a long time, carrying a heavy self-mockery.

Hearing the name of the Sword Pool, numerous Colonels all showed different expressions.

This precious place had helped Qingfeng Mountain to foster many Solidifying Pill experts, continuing thousands of years of prosperity to become a famous sect in Qingzhou, and even they had heard of it.

Hong Lei seemed to guess something, his gaze complicated as he looked over. The other party had colluded with demons and was about to exhaust his life force, almost causing horrendous losses to his own men. He had no need to say more to a dying man.

Still, he couldn't help but speak, "Life at the Demon-suppression Bureau is indeed hard, and one's life can be in peril at any moment, but at least this cultivation level…"

His words came to an abrupt halt.

The elder fiercely thrust the blade of his sword into the ground and then decisively smashed his palm down, his mighty aura concentrating into his palm.

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The five-foot-long sword was broken in half.

Scant silver strands swayed, and the elder's face was extremely withered, his cloudy eyes covered with leucoma, obviously devoid of life.

Below the cliff, a group of disciples clutching torches hurriedly trying to escape slowed their pace, their expressions filled with misery.

The elder had told them to run fast when he and the demons entangled the Demon-suppression Bureau... but just as they had started to descend the narrow path from the cliff, they saw the old man's act of self-termination.

They looked towards the raging qi suspended in the distance, the lurid scarlet unsettling to the spirit.

The elder was reminding them in such a way to stop in their tracks.

The youth in ink-colored robes, carrying a blade, was so formidable that he could fight a great demon and still suppress the elder from such a distance, and still had spare strength. He wouldn't mind summoning another storm of qi to crush them completely.

At this moment, a wailing sound echoed through the cliffs!

A chilling figure burst out from the eerie flames.

To say its injuries were bone-deep would be an understatement; it was more like a skeleton with shreds of flesh hanging off of it.

The Crocodile Dragon's armor was barely intact, its flattened head missing a large chunk as if it had been burnt away, its eyes fixed only on the tall figure in the distance.

"Die!!!" it howled as it sped towards its target on all fours.

If it could just get a little closer, it could firmly grasp the opponent's body, turning its raging fury into robust strength to completely tear it apart.

Shen Yi breathed steadily, watching the oncoming Crocodile Dragon, and suddenly took a wide stance.

His fingers clenched tightly, his tattered sleeves fluttering.

He threw a punch directly at the Crocodile Dragon's emerging veins!

Bang! The demon staggered with each step, the spot where it was struck instantly numb! Bang bang bang! His punches fell like a storm, forcing the Crocodile Dragon to retreat repeatedly until with a splurch, his fingers pierced through its abdomen.

When he pulled his hand back, his fingertips were clutching a blood-drenched Demon Core.

The demon collapsed with a thunderous crash and stopped breathing, its body still licked by the remaining Blood Fiend demon fire, making sizzling noises.

[Slaying the Perfect Realm Jade Liquid Tuo Dragon, life span of 1,820 years, remaining life span of 763 years, all absorbed to completion]

Since eliminating the River Demon, it had been a long time since Shen Yi had seen such a prompt, and he felt a slight sense of familiarity.

He looked helplessly at his arm, where several deep cuts revealed the white of bone.

Not all demons charge headlong into battle with brute force. Their concealed tails could take the life of a warrior in the same realm with but a moment's inattention.

Luckily, with a mighty weapon like the Celestial Gang Blood Fiend, compared to when he was in the Initial Realm, using this move now, its lethality had increased by more than tenfold... Yet, this was the limit for martial arts in the Jade Liquid Realm.

Shen Yi's desire for new martial arts grew stronger, resolved that upon his return, he would certainly make a careful selection.

Having thought this through, he shifted his gaze to the group of Colonels approaching him.

"Brother Shen... you truly gave me a fright."

Hong Lei's expression was complex, as he struggled internally to find words of praise, yet his eyes could not help but betray his astonishment.

There was no need for further compliments.

Even if Lin Baiwei came in person, this was the most she could achieve.

That lady was directly taught by the General, undeniably the foremost among the younger generation in Qingzhou, but in Hong Lei's eyes, this status seemed to be somewhat undeserving.

Because up until now, Shen Yi's complexion showed no sign of exhaustion...

Slaying a millennial Great Demon, striking fear in the heart of an Elder from Nu Jian with a simple gesture; either of these feats alone would be terrifyingly impressive, let alone both occurring at the same time.

"I have some healing medicine here; you can use it for now."

Hong Lei's face bore a strange look, having believed they were facing certain death, only to find that the one injured was actually the strongest of them.

As his words ended, suddenly a thud came from behind.

A group of Golden Eagle Commandants dropped to one knee, fists pressed together above their heads, silent. After a moment, they uniformly stood up again.

All within the inner camp, every one of them boasted a family name known throughout Qingzhou.

They carried an air of superiority compared to the ordinary outer camp Colonels, but this outing, under the lead of Zhao Kanglin, nearly resulted in a complete loss of face.

Hong Lei let out a bitter laugh: "These darn kids, when they choose to be vexing, they really are… They're grateful to you, and they won't hide it either."

"We are all colleagues; no need to take it to heart."

Shen Yi accepted the salve and applied it to his wounds without paying too much attention.

The disposition of the youths of Qingzhou, glimpsed from Li Mujin, truly meant that gratitude was not spared when due, and they were not stingy. However, the longstanding family traditions ran deep in their hearts, and the offerings they made carried the scent of their pedigrees, inadvertently drawing one into their circles with little attention.

"Old Hong is a straightforward man; if you ever need anything in the future, just let me know," offered Hong Lei with a nod, as he cast his gaze toward a group of disciples from Qingfeng Mountain, leading his men over.

The young disciples hung their heads low, their expressions deathly still.

"Get back to it, or are you waiting for an invitation from me?" Hong Lei waved his hand irritably. Such a bothersome affair, truly dumbfounding.

Over a dozen Golden Eagle Commandants were dead, all because Zhao Kanglin disobeyed orders and rashly ventured into the Sword Pool, leading to their demise.

Then Zhao Kanglin died.

He was killed by a conspiracy with a demon.

The Elder of Nu Jian, who should have been responsible, exhausted his life force completely... thus, the blame could only fall on Qingfeng Mountain now.

"My lord, save me..."

One of the more fearful disciples collapsed on the ground, clutching at Hong Lei's legs, unwilling to let go.

"You willingly cast your vital blood into the Sword Pool, and the swords were cultivated by you. You did not miss out on any of the benefits. Now you ask me to save you," Hong Lei gritted his teeth as he pulled the disciple to his feet, his voice dropping.

"General Chen has his reasons for not letting you leave. I've worked under him before; if he does not value your lives, do you think he'd care about mine?"

"Get back there, don't make this hard on me."

He patted the young man's back, frowning deeply.

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